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Chamber Of Horrors
Everyone had heard about it in the news, people going missing. No ransom calls, no last notes, no
sightings, no clue of where they'd gone, not even any bodies turning up. Just vanishing into thin
air. I turned off the TV and peeked at the window. It was pitch black outside and the wind was
howling through the trees. It was one of those night that was just plain creepy. Even before the
news report had interrupted my favourite programme and informed me that person number 5 had gone
missing. I shuddered as I thought about it. What was happening to these people. Surely in the space
of 4 weeks, 5 normal people hadn't just decided to up and leave without telling anyone, their
families, partners, friends. Anyone. These 5 people can't all have just woke up one morning and
thought, today is the day I'm going to leave everything behind. Something else was going on here and
I'm sure I wasn't the only one to think so. Something more sinister. I heard a thump as a tree
branch smacked into the window and jumped out of my seat almost a mile. My heart was racing as I sat
back down with my hand clutched to my chest. Now wasn't a good time to be alone. Being a wimp at the
best of times, this was one of those situations that sent my brain into overload. Every noise I
heard was undoubtedly someone in my house ready to pounce. Every howl of the wind was someone
creeping up behind me. I fucking hate my over active imagination.
Of course, logic tells me that I'm safe in my own home. The front door is locked and also has a
chain and two heavy bolts. My windows are locked and have safety catches that stop them being opened
more than a few centimetres anyway unless you press the little catch thing, and you can only do that
from the inside. "I'm safe in here" I tell myself, but for some reason my heart rate doesn't seem to
believe me. God I hate night time. Although you wouldn't really know it was night time unless you
looked out of the windows. My house is lit up brighter than Piccadilly fucking circus. Pretty much
every light is on. Even the upstairs lights even though there isn't a chance I'm going up there. For
some reason I seem to believe I'm safer in the living room. I have more escape routes should someone
break in. Pulling my fluffy purple slippers on and shoving my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, I
force myself to get up off the sofa and go into the kitchen. I've been dying for a drink for ages
but just haven't had the nerve to move. Did I mention I was a wimp? I pretty much nose dive straight
into the kitchen and immediately press myself into a corner. No surprises when you're in the corner.
No creepy murderers behind you when you're in a corner. If I could spend my life in a corner, I'm
pretty sure I would. Hmm, but what should I drink now I'm here. Dr Pepper is quicker but.....I want
coffee. I sigh and force myself to stop being such an idiot. "THERE IS NO BODY IN THIS HOUSE OTHER
THAN ME" I shout at myself. I'm brave. I can make a fucking cup of coffee without constantly being
afraid. I stand up straight and strut towards the kettle like I'm Braveheart of something. I slowly
put the sugar and coffee into the cup and start humming a jaunty tune. I'm really brave. Freddy
fucking Krueger could burst in here right now and I'd just laugh in his face. I'm a strong,
confident, independent woman and I have nothing to be afraid of. My little self pep talk works
pretty well until the wind blows the tree branch against the window again, then my bravery goes out
the window and I shriek like a little girl. "First thing in the morning, I'm cutting that fucking
tree down" I hiss. The kettle eventually boils and I head back into the living room with my steaming
cup of coffee. I wonder what to do for a minute. The clock on the wall tells me it's 3am but I
already know I won't sleep until the sun comes up so I might as well do something to pass the time.
Something nice. Something so completely not scary....so I decide to watch a Disney film. I study the
titles of my favourite Disney DVDs and wonder which one is the most not scary. Snow White has the
nasty witch in it. Bambi is nice except his mum getting shot. Lion King just depresses me. It's been
like....15 years since I first saw that film and I still cry every time Mufasa dies. I don't think
I'll ever fully get over that. Hmm.....Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella. I shrug and pick up
Cinderella. I'll still be awake once it's finished so I'll just watch them both. I settle down as
the opening credits start and the cheesy songs fill the room. My eyes start to feel heavy but I
force them open. I wanna know what happens at the end. Like I don't already!
The next time I open my eyes, the Cinderella title menu is playing over and over again. I peel
myself off the sofa and rub my eyes. The clock says 2.25pm. Oh good, I managed to actually sleep
through the night. I stand up and sleepily drag myself into the kitchen clicking the kettle on
again. Last night's coffee I'd wanted so much hasn't even been touched. It's just scummy now. Scummy
and cold. I make a fresh one and wander upstairs. I need a shower and a change of clothes. It's a
nice day outside. So bright. The skies are blue, the sun is shining. It's ridiculous how the fucking
sun being out can make everything a billion times less scary. I shower and pull on my favourite
baggy jeans and a plain black hoodie. It might be warm outside but I'm a hoodie kind of girl. I
could go to Egypt and you'd still find me in a hoodie. I brush my long dark hair and pull it into a
ponytail. Hmmm. Make up? I settle for eyeliner and mascara. I'm only going to buy food. There's no
one to impress. I jog back downstairs and pull on my Adio skate shoes and grab my bag thinking about
what I really want to eat tonight as I head out of the house. Unfortunately for me, Miss "I'm safe
in daylight" never made it back to the house.
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